May 2019
like the sunlight
when days turn dark and cold.
like the comfort of home
when I've been traveling.
like a breath
when my lungs scream for air.
I miss you.
when days turn dark and cold.
like the comfort of home
when I've been traveling.
like a breath
when my lungs scream for air.
I miss you.
(32/F/Lost in Time and Space)
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